On this track, Ride seems to be depicting his grip on reality is either slipping or has completely fallen depending on how you look at it. Ride even mentions on the chorus that he’s so lost, even his songs or “tunes” are warped and can’t be distinguished.
Warping
Death Grips Lyrics
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All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Influence executed
Mass execution, rapid improvements
Toothless accent, drawl of a shaman
Luminescent rattles, thunder in vials
Choose your battles or end in piles
Braided fumigation, destitution ramped
Desiccated satyr make a massacre dance
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Psychotropic steel trap, rock a beat-up Bears hat
Naw man, I don't feel this and I shit on your guilt trip
Then extinguish your illness like seven grams of Thorazine
Tyrannic authority cleansed by your aggressor
Inhuman elitist, decline your surrender
Sign of the freak thriving on a bender
Forbidden discipline, all lines disconnected
Vacated premises occupied by my death-wish
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Uster of entrails stacked and slung
Under cement veils my traffic hums
Compulsion on risers, your stranglers knuckles
Your temples buckle
Decompression silo inside this muzzle
Overdriven rituals on my torso, my infernal boro
If I went soft Glock to my navel
Flaws get knocked off, flaws get knocked off
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
The lyrics of "Warping" by Death Grips are difficult to decipher, but upon closer inspection, the song appears to be a commentary on the pressures of the music industry and the struggle to maintain one's identity and artistic integrity while under the influence of outside forces. The repetition of the phrase "falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping" suggests that the singer is struggling to maintain a sense of balance and stability in their music, and that they are being pulled in many different directions by external factors.
The lines "Influence executed/Mass execution, rapid improvements" could be interpreted as a reference to the way that outside influences can often lead to improvements in a musician's style or technique, but at the same time, these influences can also stifle creativity and originality. The mention of a "drawl of a shaman" and "putrid fanatic ride out like famine" suggests that the singer feels like they are under the spell of outside forces that they cannot fully control.
The lines "Psychotropic steel trap, rock a beat-up Bears hat/Naw man, I don't feel this and I shit on your guilt trip" could be seen as a rejection of oppressive social norms and expectations. The mention of "forbidden discipline" and "inhuman elitist" suggests that the singer is fighting against a system that is designed to exclude or marginalize those who do not fit a certain mold.
In conclusion, "Warping" is a complex song that challenges listeners to think deeply about the pressures and expectations that artists face in the modern music industry. The repeated phrase "falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping" is a powerful metaphor for the struggle to maintain one's identity while being pulled in many different directions, and the lyrics as a whole are a compelling commentary on the often oppressive nature of the music industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Falling out in tune out my grooves, uhh, warping
I'm losing control and my movements are becoming distorted and warped.
All I do is lose my form, I'm warping
I am consistently losing my physical and mental shape.
Influence executed
Power and control are being exercised.
Mass execution, rapid improvements
Many are being killed or forced to change quickly.
Toothless accent, drawl of a shaman
The artist has a weak and feeble tone, like that of a spiritual healer.
Putrid fanatic ride out like famine
A disgusting, obsessive behavior is taking place, like the devastation of a famine.
Luminescent rattles, thunder in vials
Bright, shiny objects and explosive sounds are being used as instruments.
Choose your battles or end in piles
Be selective about your fights, or else you will be buried in the casualties.
Braided fumigation, destitution ramped
A twisted and suffocating purification is happening, causing extreme poverty.
Desiccated satyr make a massacre dance
A dried-out and depraved creature is leading a violent and deadly dance.
Psychotropic steel trap, rock a beat-up Bears hat
A drug-infused and inescapable situation involves a worn ball cap with a bear emblem.
Naw man, I don't feel this and I shit on your guilt trip
I reject what you are trying to make me feel guilty about.
Then extinguish your illness like seven grams of Thorazine
I will eliminate your sickness with a powerful sedative medication.
Tyrannic authority cleansed by your aggressor
An oppressive system is being removed by someone who is acting assertively.
Inhuman elitist, decline your surrender
An unfeeling and superior person will not accept your defeat.
Sign of the freak thriving on a bender
An abnormal person is enjoying an extended period of wild indulgence.
Forbidden discipline, all lines disconnected
A suppressed way of life where all communication has been cut off.
Vacated premises occupied by my death-wish
An emptied space is filled with a strong desire for self-destruction.
Uster of entrails stacked and slung
A person who sorts and hangs internal organs in piles.
Under cement veils my traffic hums
The sounds of my activities are hidden beneath a hard surface.
Compulsion on risers, your stranglers knuckles
The irresistible force of standing structures and the tight grip of someone's hands around your throat.
Your temples buckle
The pressure is overwhelming and causing your head to collapse inward.
Decompression silo inside this muzzle
The release of pressure is blocked, like something holding back an explosion.
Overdriven rituals on my torso, my infernal boro
Excessive rites are being performed on my body, my own personal hell.
If I went soft Glock to my navel
If I were to give up and put a gun to my stomach.
Flaws get knocked off, flaws get knocked off
Mistakes are being forcibly removed, over and over again.
Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: STEFAN CORBIN BURNETT, ZACHARY CHARLES HILL, ANDREW MORIN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@slyguy4411
this album doesnt take a break, it just keeps pumping hardcore shit.
@slyguy4411
*****
i didnt mean to
@trunestor
Nah there's "Eh"
@DennisMHenderson
gyosh
@od3503
At some point you just want a break and it keeps coming and your like AHHH
@the2ndcoming135
Got that jawn looking crazy huh?👀
@GameJunkyard11
One of their most underrated songs! Don't know why people don't talk about this one. Killer hook, killer piano, killer drums, killer vocals and killer lyrics.
@MONZERjoestar
And killer lyrics too
@D__S__
yea agreed its on of their best, i think it gets a it overlooked though because it doesn’t necessarily do anything new/groundbreaking in regards to death grips (not that thats required for something to be good) … its sort of what you would want/expect from a death grips track at the time when it came out (and was my fave track on the first listen of the album despite it being more “predictable”)
i also appreciate their more experimental forward-thinking stuff like steroids or yots, some of my fav releases period, but this track satisfies that NLDW itch for me which is another fav album of mine from them and what got me into them
@flyingpiggie979
Death Grips legit sound like a demented computer that’s become self aware and driven to insanity.